“I’m cumming too, Sarah.”
“Cum in me Davey, please, please cum in your Aunt Sarah’s tight hot ass!”
“Oh…Christ…Ungh…” I felt my balls tighten, and I shot my load up inside her just as she begged me to cum inside her. I shot everything that I had all the while feeling her clench her ass so it gripped and milked my cock.
I stood there with Sarah up against the wall with my fading erection still inside her and our mixed fluids running out of her ass and down my cock.
“Oh fuck Davey, thank you. I really needed that.” Sarah said out of breath and spent.
“It was my pleasure, believe me. I mean after all it’s been at least 2 hours since I last had sex.” I leaned forward and nestled my face against her neck kissing her and sucking her earlobe into my mouth to nibble on it just a little.
“Mmmm…yeah, but I’ve been worried about seeing Deirdre. This is a big move for me, I’m a little scared.”
I let her legs down one at a time as my now flaccid penis slid out of her. I think we were both sorry to stop, but we did need to get moving. We moved into the shower as we continued our conversation. I started the water and Sarah stepped in as I lathered up my hands and started working the soap all over her body.
“Is that why you want me there?”
“Yes. I think I could do just about anything with you backing me up.”
“I’ll be there for you Sarah, anytime, anyplace.”
I moved my soapy hands down her arms and to the small of her back then around the front and back up to her breasts. I massaged them and pushed them up and soaped under them. Then grabbed both of them and pulled her up and back into me.
“Ungh…David you need to stop trying to wind me up again, or we’re going to be late.”
“Fine.” I let go of her and ran my hands down to her ass cheeks and in between her legs. She reached down and grabbed my hands and stepped away from me.
“Damn it Davey! Stop that!”
“See Sarah,” I said as I let her move back into the shower, “you’re strong enough to do anything you need to.”
“You’re sneaky. Thank you, but you’re still going with me.”
“I wasn’t trying to get out of going with you, I just want you to have a little more confidence in yourself.”
She leaned up and kissed me then pulled back and touched my face, then moved in and kissed me again. Then she grabbed the soap and turned around and lathered up her own hands.
We finished getting cleaned up satisfying ourselves with a game of slap-and-tickle, and then went in to get dressed. Rachel had brought back clothes and laid them out for Sarah. A nice lightweight summer dress, a low cut bra, garter belt, nylons, a thong and a pair of 4” ‘come fuck me’ pumps.
“Wow, that’s a hot outfit.” I said as I picked up the thong and held it out to her.
“Is she kidding? I’m supposed to where this? This isn’t me.”
“How do you know? Have you ever worn any of this? You’re beautiful, Sarah, and you have a smokin’ hot body, put the stuff on and show the whole damned world what you’ve got.”
“Did you say ‘smokin’?” She asked after she realized what I’d said.
“Hell yes I did.”
She looked at me with some skepticism, but I just held her gaze with the thong dangling from my finger between us. She rolled her eyes and took the panties from me and started getting dressed.
As soon as I was dressed I sat back on the bed watching her as she finished getting dressed. It was a great show. She was fit, with an ass that just cried to be fucked. I think she deliberately took a little longer just to show off for me. Super hot!
We managed to get to Deirdre’s office just in time for Sarah’s appointment. Deirdre was standing at her assistant’s desk going over some things as we walked up. They both looked up and smiled warmly as we came up to them.
“Sarah, thank you for coming in on such short notice, we’ve run into a bit of a snag, and I need to bring you up to speed.” Deirdre said as she reached out and shook Sarah’s hand.
“Let me guess. Paul is contesting the divorce.” Sarah sounded pissed, this was good. She needed to get to angry to get this done, and then she could work on indifference toward Uncle Douche and get on with living her life.
“Well, he hasn’t actually had a chance to see the papers yet, let’s talk in my office.” She motioned with one hand and let Sarah lead the way into her office.
“I could use a little of your time if you have it after Sarah’s meeting.” I said to Deirdre as a side note.
“I have a meeting immediately after Sarah’s, but it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours if you could come back then, Olivia would you give my last appointment to Mr. McLaren please.”
“Certainly.”
“Shall we?” Deirdre motioned for me to go in and join Sarah.
Sarah was already sitting in one of the guest chairs in front of Dee Dee’s desk when we came into the office. She was tucking something into her purse as we came up to take our respective chairs.
“So what’s Paul’s issue?” Sarah asked as soon as we were seated. She was making the first move in this meeting, and I was going to do my level best to let her run with her new found inner strength, or inner bitch, whichever she thought would work best.
“The problem is that he hasn’t actually seen the papers yet. We drew them up yesterday, but I need you to sign them before he does. Anyway, I had my investigator watching him to make sure he didn’t disappear on us, but he couldn’t stay long after the DEA showed up and arrested Paul.”
“The DEA?! Drug Enforcement, what were they doing at my house?”
“Some sort of investigation that they were extremely evasive about. Can you think of any reason for them to be interested in your husband?”
“No, I have no idea at all.”
Deidre looked at Sarah and let silence fall in the office. I did everything in my power to stay out of it. I knew what Dee Dee was doing, I’d done it myself on several interrogations, drop the bomb and watch the other person’s reaction as closely as you can and decide to your own satisfaction if they’re telling you the truth or not.
Sarah did great. She’d told Dee Dee the truth that she didn’t know anything, and then held her gaze without flinching. Huge strides for Sarah since she usually broke eye contact and deferred to the stronger will in the room.
“Excellent.” Deirdre proclaimed after what seemed like an hour of these two just staring at each other. “Then we can move forward.”
“You needed me here to tell me that?”
“No Sarah, I needed you here to assess whether I could continue to represent you. I talked to the lead agent in charge of Paul’s case, and she told me that Paul gave you up as an accomplice in his drug business. She wouldn’t tell me what drugs or what quantity they were dealing with, but I had to see for myself if you were a part of it, and the only way for me to do that was to see you face to face. I believe you, so now we can move forward.”
“Can I ask a question?” I interrupted.
“Please.”
“What exactly did this DEA agent tell you about Sarah’s supposed roll in all of this?”
“That she was his courier. That she delivered the drugs for Paul and collected the money.”
“That Son-of-a-Bitch! He treats me like shit for the last 5 years and then tries to drag me down with him
when he get caught doing something stupid and illegal?!”
“There’s no way in hell that they can prove any of this…” Deirdre paused after starting to say this, as a stray thought caught her attention.
“Unless A: Sarah really is a courier, which we know is crap, or B: Paul planted evidence to incriminate her.” I finished where I thought she was going. My paranoia was flowing freely and soaking my gray matter with its poison.
“Exactly!”
Sarah was silent and just staring out the window. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she wouldn’t let them fall through the look of pure unadulterated hatred on her face.
“Did you get the name and ID information of the agent in charge?” I asked, I’d had enough of this shit, what good are friends if you can’t lean on them when you need some support.
“I did, but I don’t know what good it’s going to do, I don’t know anyone at DEA.” She said as she handed me a sticky-note with the information on it.
“I do. Can I use your phone?” I stood up.
“By all means, please.” Deirdre spun the phone towards me so I could make my call. I punched in the numbers and hit ‘speaker’ so we could all hear.
“Should I be recording this?” Dee Dee asked.
“Absolutely not. It’s bad enough I’ve got it on speaker. Now, both of you, when they answer you have to be quiet as church mice, yes?”
Both women nodded just as the line was picked up.
“Deputy Director Johnson’s office.”
“Tonya, it’s David McLaren, how are you?”
“I’m doing very well David, haven’t heard from you in an age, I heard about your dad, I’m really sorry. How are you and your mom holding up?”
“We’re doing very well, Tonya thank you. Rachel’s sisters have come in for support, and we’re all getting to be a lot closer to one another.”
I swear I could hear a grin spread across Sarah’s face.
“It’s good to have family you can rely on when it gets tough. I’m glad you’re getting by alright.”
“Thanks Tonya. Listen, I called to talk to Diane about a personal matter, is she in by chance?”
“She is and she’s free, I know for a fact that she’d love to talk to you, hold on I’ll connect you.”
“Thanks Tonya.”
“David! It’s so good to hear from you. We haven’t talked since the funeral, how’re you doing?”
“I’m well Diane, how are you and yours?”
“We’re all doing really well. Looking forward to seeing you and Rachel for dinner once you both feel up for company. The boys would love to see you, and that offer that Jim made at the funeral still stands, if you need to get away, let us know and you can have the ski cabin whenever you want it.”
“Thank you Diane, that’s really wonderful of you to offer, and thank Jim for us both would you? We’re both actually coping very well and the last few days it’s been a lot better around the house.”
“Excellent David, that’s really good to hear. Now, you probably didn’t call just to catch up did you? What’s up?”
“One of your agents arrested my Aunt Sarah’s soon to be ex-husband, and he’s decided to implicate her in his guilt.”
“That’s pretty nasty isn’t it? What’s he getting in exchange for implicating his wife?”
“I don’t know, in fact the lawyers didn’t even get a chance to ask. Their investigator was bird-dogging Sarah’s husband and watched the whole thing go down, and your agent is playing it pretty close to the vest.”
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